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Moonsnails and Cranberry Beans

Random, chance, these words describe my choices in art-making.

Moonsnails underfoot on a barrier island in North Carolina. In the late 1980s I began making neckpieces with beads, weathered shells, hardware. Often I used eye or "I" beads from various countries as symbols: "good eyes" to ward off evil. The beach strewn with moonsnails large and small seemed a blanket of natural eye beads. This large shell [Holden Beach, N.C.] is encircled by copper wire, Italian glass, ceramic, stone, plastic beads; metal washers and tubes, leather cord, vintage button closing. "Courage, My Love" was its title, the name of a Toronto store visited a couple of years earlier.

Why "weathered" shells? Pushed around in the ocean, less-than-perfect shells have uneven surfaces, rough edges. They are my personal vision of women's history of adornment, homage to our aging and survival.

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Moonsnails and Cranberry Beans

Random, chance, these words describe my choices in art-making.

Moonsnails underfoot on a barrier island in North Carolina. In the late 1980s I began making neckpieces with beads, weathered shells, hardware. Often I used eye or "I" beads from various countries as symbols: "good eyes" to ward off evil. The beach strewn with moonsnails large and small seemed a blanket of natural eye beads. This large shell [Holden Beach, N.C.] is encircled by copper wire, Italian glass, ceramic, stone, plastic beads; metal washers and tubes, leather cord, vintage button closing. "Courage, My Love" was its title, the name of a Toronto store visited a couple of years earlier.

Why "weathered" shells? Pushed around in the ocean, less-than-perfect shells have uneven surfaces, rough edges. They are my personal vision of women's history of adornment, homage to our aging and survival.